A little late!

Did I tell you dudes that I have a web page? As in, one that ain't a blog? Well, I do, and it looks like it was made in 1997. On purpose.

Click here to waste time.

There's not much there, and it looks that way 1) because it's written in pure HTML, my grasp of which hasn't changed much since the late '90s, 2) I don't have much to offer textually speaking, much less graphically, and 3) I'm lazy, so why bother doing more?

(Cue tangent w/r/t web design, visual overload, etc. etc., then realize it's not worth it, and never write said tangent.)

The website, which was generously provided by the SDF Public Access Unix System, will be a repository for stuff that I don't feel fits this blog. As of now, nothing qualifies as such- well, nothing I've written- but I like leaving the option open. Maybe my D&D notes will end up there, should I ever type 'em up.

I'm off to read some Joe Bob Briggs movie reviews, so see y'all later!

Status report.

The busy year marches on.

Finished the semester. Got married (rad). Preparing to have wisdom teeth pulled. Finally visited Waterloo Records in Austin. Getting ready for the big wedding party in a couple weeks. Got a summer suit. All set for my China trip (or so I like to pretend). Occasionally working on the new novel. Having a hard time finding time to do a lot of the stuff I want, but trying not to get frustrated 'cause I've seen it coming for months.

Often tired. So it goes.

"solitaire bangers"

damn
i hear blogger's having problems
so why bother writing?
"oh man
ain't that a bigger question
bigger than the internet?"
well shit
you have a very good point

maybe back in the dialup era
wardialin' and angelfirin'
there was a chance of
some other dudes
or some other chicks
clicking on the mailto:

now it's all skull interior decoration
and there ain't no mailto:
a former essence preached to
probably nobody
nah
nah nah
yeah nobody gives a fuck
take off the headphones
it's all you
echo chamber

fuck all the pricks
and the web and
fuck all the snoozers takin' your bed
when you should be gettin' sleep
posting to gopher
sdf-in' for an audience of one
rhyme and cadence not a strong suit
or a suit of any kind

time to test the rumor
hate to consign shit to the void
but it's all goin' there
in the long run
my galaga scores more important
than anything else this dude
ever done
poetry's for suckers
and demigods
and motherfuckers

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